The Pale Mist
Act I Noor Kiyani’s hands were deep in the sludge of the pool filter, the grit grinding between her knuckles as she twisted the housing unit, when the Guild Master’s van idled at the gate of the estate. She wiped her palms on her jeans, leaving dark streaks across the denim, and looked up to see him standing there, his face a mask of bureaucratic calm. The Guild had decided that the Pale Mist,...
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